I can see my father standing there so tall and handsome and reciting this poem to me. We especially loved the first two lines.
My late boyfriend gave my mother a tree identification book. She loves a beautiful tree.
A tree is a brain rooted to the earth. I wish trees could walk.
The Blue Jays and the Woodpeckers are battling it out in the Oak tree in my backyard. They are noisy.
I like to hug a tree and imagine that it could talk to me. I would hope it isn't afraid of me like other forms of life in the forest.
Taking a nap under a tree is one of the pleasures of life. I am always glad when I wake up in the same place with the tree watching over me.